She, the tall beauty with long hair springing out of her head

Waits for him to arrive

She stands still, motion-less, always with her head up high

Her hair gently sways to sides and she finally feels his gentle kiss

He embraces her finally, like a man, touching her back and feeling her gentle body bend

He fills her with kisses and she hums for him

No one speculates on their lovely encounter, but they always witness it

He gives her the ever-swaying movements she loves, they always look at her, and always feel him around

She, the only beauty who stands behind the rosy violet sky

She says her farewells to her sun,

And he, also waves goodbye

And so the earth, carefully brings the sun down, down into him, letting her say her farewells, too....

The sun helps her, she, with her magical colors that make the clouds turn like melted oil pastels on the sky

She is view, the one that is there for everyone to admire, to envy, to desire

Again, she feels him come close, he comes with less ease, with more roughness

But she sways, and doesn't stop enjoying every bit of her visibly secret encounter

Her hair bends away, so that the kisses come directly to her

He makes her bend with easiness but nevertheless gentleness....

He, he is the wind, he is the powerful one

He is the one that gives her the gift, the precious gift she has been waiting months for...

She waits patiently, feeling him surrounding her still, she makes a faint laugh

Which is heard only as rustling leaves

She can still feel the heat on her back, feeling her sun slowly being swallowed back into the earth

The feeling overcomes her, it takes over her body

As the droplets come gently and touch her hair

They stay for mere seconds, and travel down on her body,

The droplets have stripped her naked, she feels them caressing her with the coldness they contain

She has no time to thank him, he is leaving her, leaving her with the precious gift

The gift that will keep her the everlasting green, thin beauty that she is

Finally, the droplets come crashing down, she loves the feeling of them

They flood her feet, and the clear liquid mixed with earth, rises and floods her

Her veins gulp every last bit of liquid

Her heart is pumping, and pumping, so fast, so hard, but yet no one can hear it

She feels his last caress... He slowly leaves and touches her hair, and so it sways, this way, and that...

She gives him a smile and giggle, thanking him as he goes away, clutching still, and giving her the last kiss

The world, of course, thinks it is only nature that makes her leaves "shiver" as they say...

The secret... they do see, but do not understand, is that it is him, the wind, who gives her the rain

The clear liquid that makes her body pump, that makes her body grow

And so she is, the ever-lasting beauty behind the rosy violet blue sky forever pressed into the earth

He, also gives her the life, he, the earth allows her feet to grow out and into him

Pushing every bit of mineral out of her way

And so... she waits for tomorrow

To thank the wind, to tell him that she is always thankful of his omnipresence and kisses.

 

 

by Andrea G. Cuocci (2004)